Chris Hicks is writing about basketball in his column this week (one of my favorite topics), so I'll pull a switch and write about movies and entertainment.

Here are three items to mull over:- WHY SINATRA TRUMPS SEINFELD: It was bound to happen, the Jerry Seinfeld backlash has begun.

Time Magazine says the difference between Sinatra and the Seinfeld show is the Seinfeld show died first.

Columnists around the country are weighing in with "good riddance" pieces about the show about nothing.

The problem, I think, was the Seinfeld motto: no hugging, no learning. And without affection and growth, you don't have a heart. You're just another Tin Man en route to Oz.

On the other hand, Sinatra was always about hugging ("I'll Be Seeing You") and learning ("My Way," "When I Was 17," "Send in the Clowns").

When he sang "one more for the road," the road led to immortality.

The road Seinfeld has taken is the long, winding, yellow-brick one that simply led him to a horse of a different color.

- WHY REDFORD IS SMARTER THAN BRAD PITT: I've heard that Robert Redford wanted to play the younger brother in his film "A River Runs Through It," so he cast Brad Pitt because Pitt was the closest he could find to a younger version of himself.

Not so.

The gap between Pitt and Redford is a Grand Canyon. And a river runs through it.

Redford has always been savvy about his strengths and weaknesses. He knows he's best in lighter roles ("The Sting," "Barefoot in the Park," "Butch Cassidy") or as a classic matinee idol ("Rhinestone Cowboy," "The Natural" and now "The Horse Whisperer.")

Pitt has yet to learn that about himself.

Pitt still thinks he can carry a monumental epic like "Seven Years in Tibet," but he's such a lightweight he simply bobs on the surface of such films like a ping-pong ball on a vat of oil.

When he finally gives up trying to be a grand thespian and realizes he really is another Redford - and limits himself to light comedy and heartthrob roles - Pitt will find a niche in movie history.

- STRANGERS IN PARADISE: My father and I just returned from Hawaii. While there, we caught the new Imax film at the Polynesian Cultural Center. It's a stunning look at the history of the island people by two local boys made good - Kieth Merrill and the late Ralph Rodgers.

I also know that doing the film would be like me doing a film on the Blue Men of Morocco. It's as far removed from their world as anything on earth.

Yet they pull it off beautifully.

And there's a moral to that - a moral Sinatra could have sung:

"Dreams do come true . . . if only in your dreams."